Once a woman with a misshapen foot
and an ill fitting shoe
trod so carefully, cautiously then took
a hard and uphill route.
Heel kicked out at an undiscovered time;
toe towards (yet ever
further from) a youth spent remembrance;
vision- less, retarded
wholly mistaken with stumbling stance
she labored in reverse
desperate to find but kept toiling on
unable to see her footing was wrong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
And so government must reverse course, throtle -up and take a knee to this dubious war...well done..